My Gal,Montana In the wide pasture full of grass there stands my gal full of sass There she stands proud and tall thinking she's the one that's got it all here I come my saddle too ready to ride my beautiful you then comes the bridle you dread till this day, with this in your mouth they'll be no hay I jump on your back and away we go to that secret place that nobody knows
Reason for writing:
this poem is about my horse. she is the beauty of my life
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